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Doubtful yet curious, Qiong Xiao brought her red lips to the dish, and delicately bit into it.
Flaky, the tightly smoked duck skin was both tough and flaky; traces of fat seeped out like dust—gently there, yet barely felt, compelling Qiong Xiao to wish to linger in that moment.
Tingling, before she could fully savor the deliciousness, an unexpected tingling sensation had already overtaken her lips.
Spicy, along with the tingling came an endless heat, like countless little needles fiercely pricking her tongue, causing Qiong Xiao unbearable pain.
The taste was not just rampaging in her mouth but also shot upwards, numbing her scalp.
"So spicy!" Even with her peak Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation, Qiong Xiao was instantly overwhelmed.